Gemotions

"Just work, babe," Liam had said, a little too quickly, when she'd found him talking on the phone in his car. But it wasn't work. Not again. Emily sat on the sofa, picking at a loose thread on the cushion. The simple act felt impossible. Her hands shook.

The television flickered, the voices a meaningless jumble. She couldn't focus. Her thoughts swirled like a storm. He was supposed to have told her everything. Now, she felt like she was missing a piece of the puzzle.

She stood up and paced the living room, her steps quick and agitated. The space, once familiar and comforting, now felt alien, each object a silent judgment. She needed to know.